morning in gordexola. the trees and hills never get old to me.
we were getting excited on our way to el estadio de san mames… la catedral. ac bilbao was playing that evening. it was our last night in spain, and the spanish weren’t done showing us their superior hospitality.
we stopped at ona to get a have a few beers before we continued the sacred walk down pozas…
unfortunately, we lost 1-0, but our hosts tossed aside their obvious disappointment, and took us out for an extraordinary night on the town.
and full of great food and wine.